| He was seventeen when he crossed state lines
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| Not enough to drink, barely old enough to drive
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| A youth self-deputized, he took the lives of two
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| But he won’t be remembered for domesticated terror
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| It don’t fit the agenda if your skin can get no fairer, blue
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| The colour of his eyes and the lives he’s sworn onto
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| You were once a child too
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| Make no mistake, make no excuse
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| From the highest branch down to the roots
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| Dig up the seeds we’ve sown
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| Hatred has always been homegrown
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| We publicize the names of the slayer not the slain
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| And illuminate the way for more from where he came
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| False gods on a network wage that are never gonna pay the cost
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| Who were once just children too
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| Make no mistake, make no excuse
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| From the highest branch down to the roots
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| Dig up the seeds we’ve sown
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| Hatred has always been homegrown
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| We view an execution from the comfort of our homes
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| Due process rendered useless on the curbside of a road
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| Hear pleas for humanity to a brute with an iron knee
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| But he was once a child too
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| Make no mistake, make no excuse
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| From the highest branch down to the roots
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| Dig up the seeds we’ve sown
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| Hatred has always been homegrown |